The Heroic Knight did not charge.≥,

He looked around proudly like a demon.

There was so sadness and indignation around him, only the hovering fighter planes were still roaring.

The rifle in his hand suddenly pierced out and hit a stone pillar. Starting from the tip of the spear, the holy white light spread rapidly around. Soon, the entire front of the Grand Theater in front of him was completely shrouded in white light, and under the night sky, it looked as magnificent as a fairyland. At this moment, the heroic spirit knight raised his head and pushed forward as if he had his best efforts.

The white light slowly moved forward.

The Grand Theater started from the front, slowly disappeared as the white light moved forward, turning into a tall sand dune.

The people around him were as if they had lost their parents.

"God's punishment, this is God's punishment, punishing the sins of the world, punishing those who blaspheme!" the priest screamed in the crowd.

The crowd around him looked at him speechlessly, but there were indeed many believers kneeling on the ground and singing hymns like accompaniment.

But that's why this spirit knight doesn't attack other directions? Although there is a park on the west side, there are also buildings in the south side...

But there is a church in the south,

Of course, the National Grand Theater is more eye-catching, and this is ignored by people.

The white light continued to move forward slowly and firmly, and the Ghost Knight continued to stand there with poss, no one noticed that at this moment a fighter jet that was completely different from the 16 appeared in the sky.

"Can I jump out?"

At a height of 500 meters, Duke Xuanming asked faintly. It was obvious that if he landed at the airport, it would take time to make another effort, and there was no suitable place for landing on the streets of Warsaw.

"If you want to jump, I have to jump, and the plane will be destroyed." said the front seat pilot carefully.

"I will pay you."

"No, they will pay, wait for me first." The pilot said, adjusting the direction angle to prevent the fighter from crashing into a building in the city, and then shouted to the back: "Press the red button beside you!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang behind him. Duke Xuanming flew out in an ejection chair. The pilot hurriedly pressed the ejection button and flew out immediately. Just as the two umbrella flowers were blooming, the out-of-control Gripen plunged into the Vistula River.

The crowd below raised their heads in surprise and saw an umbrella flower jumping suddenly. Then the person hanging below separated from the parachute and fell straight from a height of 200 meters. But just as he was about to smash it, it seemed as if something was lifting it down below, and then slowly landed on the ground with his hands behind his back.

"Duke Xuanming!"

An excited shout immediately sounded in the crowd, and it was obvious that the **obos recognized who came like gods, and their savior was coming.

Even the Heroic Knight turned his head, as if he felt a threat. He turned his horse's head, and at the same time, the white light that had destroyed half of the National Grand Theater suddenly disappeared.

The crowd suddenly spread out, leaving them enough battlefield.

Duke Xuanming, standing with his hands behind his back, looked faintly at the majestic spirit knight fifty meters away, and the latter was also watching him. No one spoke, or even had any extra moves. The spirit knight suddenly picked up his rifle, and then the war horse under his crotch began to charge.

But Duke Xuanming did not move.

Just like in the medieval competition field, the heroic spirit knight charged at full speed with his rifle, and the sound-conical light shield instantly emerged at the tip of his spear, which was more gorgeous and unstoppable than before.

Duke Xuanming stood with his hands behind his back, his calm eyes as calm as water did not fluctuate at all.

The Heroic Knight was faster, but the light shield at the tip of his spear began to fold back, forming a brighter and brighter blade. In the light blade, you can even see the rifle in his hand becoming brighter, and it quickly turned into fiery red like steel burned by flames.

The crowd around could even feel the oppression in the air. It was obvious that the Heroic Knight was doing his best. Some people even looked at Duke Xuanming with fear, afraid that he could not resist this terrifying blow.

But Duke Xuanming still did not move.

But just as the tip of the gun barely touched his body, he moved in a panic of horror.

The right hand that had been carrying behind him stretched out like lightning, and the standing palm suddenly appeared in front of him, and the heroic knight's rifle also hit his palm at the same time.

Light.

Blind light.

Like a nuclear bomb that exploded, dazzling white light rapidly expanded from the impact of the spear tip and palm.

But there was no sound, only the air waves like explosion shock waves rushed around like tsunamis. Under the impact of the air waves, even the ground was rolled up, and none of the people could stand up, and they were all knocked down by the air waves.

But behind Duke Xuanming, it seemed like a towering embankment was protected, and even the branches and leaves of the trees did not shake at all.

The impact of the air waves instantly passed, and a mournful crowd hurriedly helped them up. Only then did they realize that the Duke Xuanming and the Hero Knight were still maintaining their respective positions, and the tip of the gun riding the gun was still pressing against the standing palm.

It's as if time has frozen.

But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, a smile appeared on Duke Xuanming's face, which was originally as calm as water, and then his right hand raised gently pushed forward.

The rifle began to shatter from the tip of the spear. In the white light emitted from the inside, it was like a broken mirror, from the front to the back, shattered, dissipated, dissipated like evaporated in the air, and soon broke into the hand of the heroic knight, his hand was also shattering in the same way, and then it was his arms, his body, and the war horse under his crotch...

The once unstoppable Hero Knight turned into countless pieces in people's eyes and dissipated in the air, leaving only a trace of faint sigh, lingering in the empty square.

The Duke Xuanming's left hand was still carried behind him.

"The power of divineness, divine power is so terrifying!"

Boss Wang on the airship said with emotion, then reached out and patted a little beauty who was stunned. Before she could understand, she was directly pressed to the tempered glass face forward, and then the airship that was originally hovering quietly in the air immediately began to shake violently.

Well, Duke Xuanming had already pretended to be so arrogant. Just as he walked towards the pilot with a calm expression, many of the people around him knelt down devoutly. However, the guys who sang the hymns just now looked at him blankly and obviously it was already messy.

Especially the priest, holding a small cross in his hand, staring at the place where the Heroic Knight dissipated, motionless like petrification, and it would probably be difficult to recover for a while.

"Ignorous humans!" Duke Xuanming said, looking at them with pity.

Of course, the **obo government must have made some statements about this hero who saved Warsaw. Before he could take a few steps, a government official who had been waiting next to him appeared and introduced his identity with a smile on his face. Then he invited the Duke of Xuanming to an extended Mercedes-Benz sedan, and then sent it directly to the most luxurious hotel in the local area, and specially booked a presidential suite for this noble god to rest.

Then the next day, including Duda, the main officials of the government and parliament and some civil groups came to visit him. However, it was obvious that Duke Xuanming did not like these messy things. The next afternoon, he boarded a Swedish military plane that came as he asked, and then flew back to Yankeping to continue his leisurely life of rafting and fishing.

**oThe Po government did not try to keep it too much. After all, it is not far from Yankopje to Warsaw, and the fighter jets are just half an hour's flight. Besides, they have a lot of things to be busy with now. The garbage in Warsaw city and the pensions of the casualties are enough for President Duda to have a headache, especially the National Grand Theater, which can be said to cry when you watch it.

As for Boss Wang himself, in a good place like a fish in a water, countless beauties are waiting for him to taste. There are not enough waves in the surrounding countries. Except for Germany, Lithuania, Belarus is famous for its beauty, enough for him to die in a drunken and dream. This guy has been tossing among the women for a whole week, and then he satisfactorily took a plane to Gaul with countless nostalgic eyes, and went to enjoy the passion of Gaul beauties.

The appearance of the Templar Spirit caused an uproar in Europe, especially Gaul. Before the Warsaw Warsaw ended, the president had signed an order to declare a state of emergency in the country. At the same time, all the navy, army and air forces entered the first-level combat readiness. Even the Leclerc main battle tanks of the army were deployed on the streets of Paris, and checkpoints were set up at the airport dock stations and even major traffic arteries, and the military inspected all vehicles entering Paris.

It was obvious that they were confused by the tricks made by Boss Wang, thinking that the Spirit Knight was transported from a secret place to Warsaw by the two trucks, and at this time they also believed that the organization was in a mysterious corner of Europe.

The Gauls were really afraid. The heroic spirits of the Templars wanted to revenge and repay the blood debts of the tens of thousands of Knights members. They were the real targets. The culprit of this matter was their Philip IV. The curse of the Grand Commander Jacques de Mole at the stake was always full of mystery. Although I don’t understand why this heroic spirit knight attacked the siege, it is obvious that Gallic is the most likely to be the next target among the remaining countries.
Chapter completed!